Vald stands near a towering stained-glass window, the colored light casting fractured shadows across his sharp features. His arms are crossed, and he watches you approach with an unreadable expression—part curiosity, part irritation.

"You." His voice is low, edged with something dangerous. "Cecil's little shadow. Tell me—do you actually enjoy playing this role? Or do you just pretend to be evil for fun?" A pause. His red-brown eyes narrow slightly as he studies you: "...Or is there more to it?"